Category: Coupledom


Name the movie that title comes from.

Rick and I were watching Letterman the other night when Steve Martin was a guest.  Steve Martin proceeds to tell a story about having to be the one to introduce playwright Arthur Miller for an award.  As I think everyone knows, Arthur Miller was married to Marilyn Monroe.  Steve says that as part of the intro, he was planning a joke that went something along the lines of “Which of these playwrights does not belong in this group: William Shakespeare, Edward Albee, Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller, Steve Martin.  The answer is Arthur Miller, because he is the only one who slept with Marilyn Monroe.”

The audience is laughing heartily at this one, but Rick and I look at each other aghast and say “Ooooh, Arthur would hate that!”  Which is exactly what the punchline of Steve’s joke was, that Arthur Miller was dead silent when he ran the joke past him ahead of time.

I looked at Rick and said “Obviously we have spent too much time in the theater…everyone else was laughing and you and I were scandalized.”  Yet another reason we’re made for each other.

Accomplished:

- made friends with Maynard the cat.
- bowled 104. Followed by a shite 80. Win some, lose some.
- set land speed record on a toboggan with Youngest.
- several chats with Rick’s mom.
- much quality time with my Weet Boy.

To Do:

- grocery shopping
- laundry
- clean apartment
- cat proof bathroom
- pick up new cat friend for Joe
- go to reading
- print out final draft of script for rehearsals this weekend
- spend more time with Rick

At Work:

-five million degree audits
-don’t kill stupid students asking the same question over and over again
-list of June candidates for graduation to Publications
-list of candidates for Retroactive graduation to Faculty Council
-get set for the six massive lists that go to Faculty Council next month
-proof galleys for Commencement program for Publications
-answer questions Publications has about said galleys
-don’t kill stupid students calling all day long about degree audits I haven’t been able to finish because of stupid phone calls

Most days I would swear to you that I am dating one of the best looking men on the planet. Other days, I try to take a nice photo of him and he does this:

Jeffrey and Rick

The normal looking guy on the left is his brother Jeffrey.

Interestingly enough, Rick’s brother Bill made the same face while he was concentrating on the father-daughter dance, a mambo:

White men can't dance

If it weren’t for Jeffrey, I would swear it runs in the family.

Occasionally Rick can have a picture taken where he doesn’t look like a spazz:

Rick and Sage

(That would be the Youngest on his lap. There was a doozy of her making a horrible face, but the lighting was crap, so it didn’t turn out.)

The Oldest also poses. This is what I call her “I am a serious person pondering ideas far beyond the scope of your tiny mind” pose:

Amelia posing

I did manage to take one pretty damn good picture of all the girl cousins, though. The one on the left is Rick’s sister Becky’s daughter, then the Oldest, then the bride (Bill’s daughter), then the Youngest.

Allison, Amelia, Amanda, Sage

Alas, there were no photos taken of me. That’s the good thing about being the one with the camera in your hands.

What I got Rick for Valentine’s Day: Nike+ sport kit for his iPod Nano, a $25 iTunes giftcard, and a Shoe Pouch for the Nike + sport kit.

What Rick got me: Bose headphones for my iPod.

Not only did we buy each other tech for Valentine’s Day, we shopped at the same damn store. Do we know each other or what?

Yesterday when I came into work, braving sleet, ice, snow, and crowded MTA transportation, I was greeted with “Boy am I glad to see you!”. That sounds sweet, doesn’t it? Yeah, not so much. They were glad to see me because while I was gone, one of my staff came down with a stomach virus, another got bronchitis and her husband got penumonia, and a third passed out at work with some undiagnosed illness that even the hospital threw its hands up at. Oh, and a fourth, who is 76 years old, was going to be late because she had to wait for her super to be able to escort her to work – the sidewalks were slippery, so I didn’t blame her.

So that left me and two part timers to deal with the flood of students who called and came in. Good times.

When five o’clock finally came around and I was able to catch the train to Rick’s house, there were all sorts of delays. First, there were other trains in front of us. Then the story changed to say that there had been a power outage on the line because of the snow. Then they were going to route us up the East Side line. Then everything was fine and we were back on the regular line. All told, I was on the subway for an hour and a half when I can generally make it from work to Rick’s in 50 minutes. Grrr.

But when I finally got there, all the tension from the day melted away. We cracked open some wine, Rick made a wonderful dinner, there were gifts, there was shagging, there was dessert, and I got to spend time with my boy, the best boyfriend on the planet. In the end, yesterday was a very good day.

And today, the stomach virus victim is back to work, so there are four of us in the office. Hooray!

Julie: So I called the tax guys, and I have an appointment with them on February 13. Way to spend the last day of my mini vacation, right?

Rick: Did you take the 16th off?

Julie: Um, no. I took the 8th, 9th, and 13th off so I’d have a long weekend. Why would I take the 16th off?

Rick: It’s Niece’s wedding.

Julie: And I am included in this?

Rick: Well, yeah. If you want to be.

Julie: Riiiiight. Okay, let me check to see if I can take that day off. (consults office calendar) Okay, I can take it off. (To self: Crap, must find something to wear. What the hell do I wear to this???)

This morning I get an email from Rick:

“The invitation to Niece’s wedding was addressed to “Uncle Rick and Julie.” – Just so you know.”

Riiiiight. Again, crap, must find something to wear. What the hell do I wear to this??? I am not doing the little black dress route (that I did at ESC’s reception) again, because it was overly dressy. What the hell do you wear to a wedding/reception that starts at 5 PM?

I am exhausted. Things I did in the past five days:

- Took the Piss Crusader to Mom’s. He stopped screaming right before we hit the NJ/PA border. After that he just used me as a couch or a kitty off-ramp to get from one side of the back seat to the other.

- Got my photo taken so I could renew my PA driver’s license. I don’t drive in New York, so I may as well have a PA license.

- Did some shopping, and some laundry. Tried not to cry too much as I left the Piss Crusader at Mom’s.

- Showed Rick around where I grew up and proved thatonce I get south of Pittsburgh’s North Side, I have no idea where I’m going. At least while driving. I can do a mean walking tour of Dahntahn Pittsburgh.

- Ate wings and drank beer with ESC and Kevin amidst a whole bunch of celebrating seniors from ESC’s high school alma mater. They had just won an important football game.

- Crashed and burned and dragged my ass out of bed to get a shower Saturday morning. While I was in the shower, I heard pounding on the door. I finished my shower, came out wrapped in a towel, and saw Nanner and Aimee sitting in my room talking to Rick. Do I know how to make an entrance or what?

- Drove around to several stores (including a yarn store) and Denny’s with Nanner and Aimee while Rick played golf.

- Went to the reception, heard ESC’s brother E. give the best wedding toast I’ve ever heard, drank a little, danced a little, and generally made merry.

- Went back to the hotel and knitted with Aimee while Nanner crocheted. ESC and Kev came over later and we watched Braveheart while drunk knitting. Rick was asleep in our room.

- Walked around Dahntahn with my boy and showed him the sights.

- Went to a Steelers game with Rick and his brother and sister-in-law, where we sat so far up in the gods that people were resting on the stairs halfway up. Due to copious amounts of beer, I had to make 4 or 5 trips up and down those stairs.

- Drove back to NYC right after the game. Actually, Rick drove, I slept. We got to my place at 3 AM, where I dealt with a very indignant Joey who was mad at me for leaving him and felt compelled to tell me so for the next hour before I went to sleep. Oh, and some of the yelling was because I took his brother away, too.

- Learned that an apartment with one cat feels very different than an apartment with two cats. And that Joe would now like to be attached to my hip. Which was great until I got a horrible headache and upset stomach and a fever and I wanted him to leave me the hell alone and stop licking me.

- Took a shitload of pictures, all of which are still on my camera because I didn’t have the energy to do anything with them yesterday. Soon. Very soon.

- Came back to work and caught up on the 158 emails that came in while I was away.

Tonight I will go home, vote, and get some groceries. Oh, and have I mentioned that I’m jetsetting back to Pittsburgh next weekend to see my brother? Because I am. In Saturday morning, out Sunday around noon. Who the hell jetsets to Pittsburgh? Me. Go vote.

Julie: I think we should go to Olive Garden tomorrow night. We have that gift card my mom got us.

Rick: I’ve got nothing against the idea. I should be back in the city by 4. But it will be Friday night in Times Square…

Julie: Well, I have to give Jess his shot at 6:30, so I wouldn’t be in before 7:30.

Rick & Julie, simultaneously: But if we waited until 8, everyone would be in the theater.

Rick: Wow, we just had the same thought at the same time.

Julie: We’re psychic like that.

Rick: It’s kind of like cumming at the same time.

Julie: Riiiiiiight. But mental.

Julie: Stop that! What are you doing?

Rick: I’m picking at this scab on your arm.

Julie: That’s my scab on my arm. You don’t get to pick it.

Rick: But I’m your boy!

Julie: Exactly. You are my boy, not my scab-picker.

Rick: It’s the same thing.

Julie: It’s gnasty is what it is.  Cut it out.

This has happened more than once. Coupledom is wonderful, ain’t it?

Last night Rick and I sat around watching some of the collection of crap that has accumulated on my TiVo in the past week. We watched a two hour special about UFOs that was hosted by Peter Jennings (instant credibility, just at Jennings!), and then Rick said I could pick the next show to watch. I picked Gene Simmons’ Family Jewels. (Shut UP, it’s a good show.)

Rick: So they’re married?

Julie: No. They’ve been together for 23 years, but they’re not married. But they have two kids.

Rick: Hmmm.

Julie: It’s like looking at our future.

Rick: Well, you can forget the mansion. That ain’t gonna happen.

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